Page 80 of Made for Sinners

She raised a brow. “Why?”

I smirked. “Because you’re going to sit on my lap, and we’re going to go through them together.”

She hesitated, searching my face for a moment, but then she turned and walked toward the shelf where the albums were stacked. I watched her, my gaze tracking the sway of her hips, the smooth line of her back, the way the morning light caught in the soft waves of her hair.

She returned with the album in hand, and the second she was close enough, I pulled her onto my lap.

She let out a small gasp, her hands bracing against my shoulders, but she didn’t protest.

I flipped open the album, my fingers brushing the edges of the old photographs.

“This one,” I murmured, pointing to a picture of my brothers and me as kids. “Rafe had just broken Luca’s nose.”

Emilia laughed, the sound soft and light, her body shifting slightly against mine. “What did Luca do?”

I smirked. “Deserved it.”

She rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered as we flipped through the pages. My hand never left her waist, my fingers tracing absentminded patterns against her skin. She shifted again, pressing against me in a way that made my jaw tighten.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

I exhaled slowly, my grip tightening on her waist.

“Emilia.”

She hummed, feigning innocence. “Yes?”

I slid my hand higher, my fingers brushing the bare skin of her thigh.

Her breath hitched, her body tensing slightly.

“You’re playing with fire, princess,” I murmured, my lips grazing the curve of her neck.

She shivered, her head tilting slightly, giving me more access.

My control snapped.

I flipped the album shut, tossing it onto the table before gripping her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“You want to push me?” I murmured, my voice rough.

Her lips parted, her breath uneven. “Maybe.”

I smirked, my fingers trailing down her throat, pressing lightly against her pulse. It was racing.

“Then let’s see how far you’re willing to go.”

And then I kissed her.

Hard.

Possessive.

Like I was staking my claim all over again.

She melted into me, her hands tangling in my hair, her body pressing against mine in a way that made my blood run hot.

I lifted her effortlessly, carrying her toward the bed without breaking the kiss.

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